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Just lined with fine silk.
And no Cane.
How…?I pressed on the lever to move the marble another inch.Shit. This isn’t good.
“What the hell is going on here?” I wondered aloud, my voice barely a whisper.
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” a deep voice drawled, drawing my attention to Michael in the entryway.
He’d opened the door without me hearing him, likely because I’d been too focused on opening the tomb.
Had I opened the wrong one? Was he asleep in Cam’s coffin? Did Lilith do something to him?
I had a thousand questions, none of which I could ask or voice.
Because Michael was sauntering toward me.
And his expression resembled pure evil intent.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
IZZY
I took a step back,but Michael was faster, his hand reaching out to snag a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head back hard as he spun me around and pushed me up against a wall.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he demanded.
My jaw clenched. No way in hell was I telling this asshole a damn thing.
His grip tightened, his own jaw ticking. “You still don’t get it, do you? Cam’s gone. You mean nothing to him now. And you’re going to mean even less when I tell him where I found you. Humans don’t belong on sacred ground. A fuck toy like you being here is an insult to all of vampire kind.”
If that’s true, then why did Cam bring me here before?I wanted to demand.
Instead, I said nothing.
Mostly because I was a bit too preoccupied with how the new Cam might react to my presence here.
I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d been out for a walk now. I’d purposely disturbed Cane’s tomb.
But he isn’t in there.
Does Cam know?
If not, then maybe that information would distract him from negatively reacting to my?—
A ringing sounded in my ears, silencing my mind and grounding me in the present.
A present where a sadistic vampire now had a hand wrapped around my throat.
And my feet were no longer touching the ground.
It all happened too quickly, my brain slowly processing the situation in pieces.
He hit me,I realized.Hard.
Now… now I can’t… breathe…
I swallowed. Or I attempted to, anyway. His grip around my throat thwarted the movement.
